Body image a constant obsession
Flesh precedes the mind
Stress manifests to suffering
Running with her, so far behind
Doesn't know we're competing
Probably doesn't even care
Ten years gone and lies surface
Caused with nary a blank stare
Are there real emotions in her
Feelings her punchline to a joke
I'm sure it's amusing to someone
Not to me, not to me, this yolk
Lynched with a thread of truth
Her affection migrates around
Raised to her imaginary pedestal
Just in time to sink back down
